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You know you're going to have a fun time when you walk into the McDonald's at Spadina/Queen and see security guards already stationed in anticipation of a fight. People crammed in like sardines, the same scummy quality you'd find anywhere... yeah, that's the standard, alright.
It's like this place is the central nexus for the dregs of humanity to come out full force at night. Drunken frat girls, junkies, you name it, they're here. My group and I camped upstairs and sat beside a trio of... cowgirls who had just left some Western fair down the street and were trying to convince us to go clubbing with them, while a strung-out man who crashed right beside them passed out in his seat and looked like he'd died (and the same girls were trying to prod him with a plush alien).
From a sociological standpoint, this McDonald's is endlessly fascinating. It's like Hell itself opened a portal right underneath this place and spat out every murky, oddball character it had lying around.
There is no legitimate reason to bring your family or loved ones here. This is the kind of place you hit up at 2 in the morning with your buds to laugh at people who stumble in. Everything that wanders in here withers away in some way - whether it's the homeless people who still wander in begging for change (no, the renovation other reviews have mentioned did nothing to fix that problem), the scummy junkies, the fat girls who are looking for love or the hapless folks like us who just wanted to sit in peace for 20 minutes and eat our $1 chicken wraps and soda water with a hint of Coke.
Avoid this place like the plague. Literally anywhere else in a three-block radius is better.
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